When I'm shoppingfor Christmas, I see the guys from the suburbs descend on the lingeriedepartment. They always pick out something in satin and lace --...omething they wished they could wear themselves -- and pretend theirwives really want to dress like a French whore. It's the guys who wantto dress like tarts. You're just being more honest than most of them byadmitting to being a pantywaist. Don't raise your eyebrows at me! Youknow I'm right."I had no idea whether she was right because I'd never. She was clearly horny! She just kept rubbing on him with her eyes closed and biting her lip, she even moaned a couple of times.He looked at me with a smile and I motioned to him to try and start touching her...He touched her breast and she pushed his hand but didnt say anything and kept dancing! He tried again and she didnt stop him this timeHe fondled her a bit then reached around and unhooked her braHe sucked her nipples and she was just rubbing against him and moaning, she wasn't dancing. ” “Yes, yes, I will,” sobbed Stephanie. “All right, Stephanie. Spread your legs.” I held off spanking as Stephanie shifted, placing her feet about a third of a metre apart. “Farther, Stephanie, feet wider than your shoulders. The table will hold you up.” “Oh, oh,” sobbed the humiliated girl. But she spread obediently, exposing her sex to Alice and me. Not bothering to conceal her interest, Alice stepped forward and bent down for a better look. I stooped next to her, even placing my arm round. "I'm gonna drive to the park, I'll meet you there standing outside of my car naked as well," Eric explained to her, thinking how cute she looked angry as he drove off down the street with her clothes in his passenger seat still. Chellie stood there in shock for a minute until she came back into reality. Fuck, she thought to herself, I have to get to that park before anyone sees me. She took off running down the public street, still completely naked. She couldn't help but think of Eric standing.